What Rachel saw in her dream was full of real caring. The mother made her daughter cum, because she wanted her to be happy, not out of some desire to ...ontrol her. The girl in return made her mommy cum because she loved her.Rachel smiled and rubbed herself as she watched. Although she had recently suffered a great deal of abuse, the events of the dream were making her so hot and wet. The quiet but excited breathing of the young girl and her mother, the slurping and squishy sounds of fingers. "The pain comes faster than before. My body is cringing in pain, as the paddle dances across my skin. There is no pleasure. Only pain! I scream louder than ever! Then, it stops. But only for a minute. Then, again, and again, the paddle begins to dance... Tears are falling rapidly. Then, just when I can't take anymore, it stops. I take a few deep breaths. I'm left alone, slowly calming myself... when I hear moaning. I try to picture what is happening, but I only hear it. The sounds are becoming. I’ll stay here until he gets home, I decide. Just get it over with. Just blurt it out. But a friend calls me a couple of hours later and asks for a ride to the airport, and I miss his return home from work. When I speak to him on the phone later, he’s buoyant from an exciting development at his job, and I abandon my intention to confess my mistake that evening. He’d want to hear it from me in person, anyway, I rationalize.One thing and another keeps us from seeing each other for several. The way down seemed easier than coming up; even the underbrush didn't seem as thick.I left the next day to continue my trek and eventually returned home.2 years ago I returned to Southern Germany in business.I took the weekend off, rented a car and returned to that small town.A wave of memories came over me as I drove up the small road I had walked several years earlier.I found what appeared to be the streambed where I remembered and decided to see for myself if I was crazy or not.I once again.